Thursday, 17 March 2011
Happy St Patrick's Day Mum
The morning started as ever with a walk with Trix. She has a poorly leg so it was a slow walk and stop to sniff. And what a pleasure it was to do so. The cacophony of bird song playing out in the grey mist of morning was an absolute joy.
And now the mist is burning off and the sun is trying to break through. A good moment to remember my beloved Mum on St Patrick's Day. She was from County Tyrone in Norther Ireland. She came over to England to nurse in 1947 when she was 18.
She met and married my dad when they were both 25. They stayed happily together until her untimely death at 57 from cancer. And I miss her.
I miss her warmth and care
I miss her generosity of spirit
I miss her daft Irishness
I miss her tomato sandwiches on the rare nights Dad was out
I miss a future I couldn't have had with her of coffee and shopping together
I miss the same future where she didn't know one of my sons.
I need to get to the 1st of October and then I'll be one day older than she was when she died